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- Here! - I got it!

- Kick it! - Watch out!

SPRING 1942

- Now! Go! - Come on, kick it!

Come on, shoot!

Hard! That's it!

Hurry up, man!

- Come on, let's go! - Shoot already!

You slow poke!

Who would sign you?

Come on, run! That's it, let's go!

Come on! Come on, liven up!

That's it, run! Again!

BLOODY SEX

Today, at 4:40 in the morning,

C ifra News announced that the Spanish head of state,

Francisco Franco Bahamonde,

has passed away at the La Paz Social Security health center

at age 82.

Credible sources reported by Europa Press minutes earlier

noted that the head of state

had ceased to exist shortly after half past 4 in the morning.

The General Directorate's information services...

Yes, that's the abandoned village.

And that's the only road.

It's not the only abandoned village in the region,

but it was the first to be abandoned.

Why?

To your health.

To us.

Hello.

I dropped off your friend.

If you think it's logical that a girl her age

spend the night in the open air to record sounds from the past

and that now she's got this thing for abandoned places,

you'd better quit the History department

and become a parapsychologist, too.

Let me remind you that some universities have recognized parapsychology

and that, in fact, I met Norma

at a university conference on medieval witchcraft.

Witchcraft is a proven historical fact,

but I think this is a ridiculous hobby

for menopausal spinsters and snobbish girls like her.

From the art museum.

The modern art museum.

Thank you.

I was right, wasn't I?

Give them the usual answer.

Tell them they'll have their order in three months.

Since it's the 5th, I prepared your urgent correspondence.

I assume you'll disappear as you usually do at the start of the month.

She must be an exceptional woman.

She's unusual.

Her painting proves as much.

Honestly, I don't understand why you're still friends.

From the moment I saw her, I knew we'd never get along.

Something about her makes it impossible to connect.

I don't know how to explain it.

But I don't like it.

Forget about her.

After all, tomorrow we'll be alone again.

I still remember our first kiss.

I haven't forgotten either.

This room

really reminds me

of our room at boarding school.

After two years, considering what happened at school,

I didn't think we'd see each other again.

What happened

had nothing to do with our feelings.

Norma.

Did you find your ghost?

You must've been cold last night.

With this wonderful silence, I barely noticed the cold.

What do you call those noises you record in silence?

Psychophony.

Psy-cho-pho-ny.

Oh, my.

Would you please help me?

Here.

I hope you find what you're looking for.

Okay, Norma, if you make an important discovery

and become a celebrity in this business,

remember we also added our grain of sand.

Bye, and thanks for everything.

Let's go.

Turn the key when I tell you.

Now, Andrea. Go!

Just what we needed.

The distributor is dead.

Now what do we do?

That's what I'd like to know.

Would you like some coffee?

Sure.

Since your car broke down,

you can spend the night at my house.

Okay.

Here.

Let's go.

I'm sorry it took these circumstances for us to meet.

But deep down, I'm glad you had to stay.

Not many people visit this place.

I'm surprised our car suddenly broke down.

But if Laura says there's no way to fix it,

we'll have to think of a solution, won't we?

At least we've been lucky.

We'd been told that no one lived here.

People fled this area a long time ago.

I was the only one who decided to stay here

with my memories,

my books,

my paintings,

and my solitude.

And the sound of silence.

Are you sure you're really alone here?

Well, I'm with you now.

How did you guess?

I'm sorry, I forgot about that poor man.

He's been here for ages.

He makes himself useful by bringing groceries from the nearest village.

Plus,

for years, he's been my only model.

It was a gift from Andrea.

It's my lucky charm.

Would you mind posing for me? It won't take long.

- I don't know. - A couple of days.

How far is the nearest town?

It's about 28 kilometers from here.

But don't worry,

we'll try to sort out the problem with the car in the morning.

It's fine with me.

Plus, I'd like to see what your paintings look like.

I'll show you to your rooms.

Okay.

Follow me.

I hope you get a good night's rest.

Goodnight.

- Goodnight, sleep tight. - Goodnight.

We've had enough tragedies in this house.

Don't you dare bother them again!

Andrea.

Andrea!

Despite the peace and quiet in this place,

I don't think I could stay here very long without going mad.

I'd go crazy in civilization,

and I'm not the only one.

Picasso retired from the worldly life.

Van Gogh also loved solitude,

but took his own life in an insane asylum.

That's true,

he took his own life,

but his paintings live on

despite all that.

Do you mean the man with the flowers?

Yes, of course.

If your only company is that poor mute man,

no wonder you were so happy to see us.

I doubt a mute man makes the best company.

He looks after the animals and supplies.

He's probably trying to find the nearest mechanic now.

He's a wretch.

He'd rather sleep with the cattle than inside the house.

He's gradually become more and more like an animal.

You can get dressed now.

May I see it?

When it's finished.

Give me the key.

Who said you could go in that room?

Really, Andrea? Again?

Andrea, your perfume gives you away.

I scared you!

Yeah.

You deserve to be treated like an animal.

How dare you disobey me?

Why did you go in the office?

You're nothing but a moron!

I forbid you to do that!

Maybe this will teach you!

I was expecting you last night.

I had an urgent matter to attend to in the city.

Mario, if you don't mind, please take Laura to the mechanic.

Of course.

I'd be delighted to help such a pretty girl.

As far as I can recall,

it's the first time we've had such pleasant company in this house.

Blame it on medieval witchcraft.

Our friend and Laura met at a fun conference.

That's why we're here.

The thing is Norma prefers having dinner with the dead.

She's so passionate about parapsychology that she lost track of time.

- You think that's logical? - It happens a lot.

She's right.

But losing track of time in a cemetery

is something only a lunatic would do.

Good evening.

Good evening.

Norma, this is Mario, my friend and agent.

-Hello.

Go to bed.

It's getting late.

You can leave now.

Who's buried in the grave with the flowers?

My father.

Is that his portrait in my room?

Yes.

He was an extraordinary man

and he really loved this house,

this village,

and its people.

That's right.

Even though its people didn't deserve it.

They abandoned him.

They betrayed him.

They turned him in.

He was a good, intelligent man.

During the Republic, he was an exemplary mayor.

What happened to him?

He was forced to flee across the border,

like so many others.

And then?

He came back after some time.

After World War II.

And he stayed hidden almost until his death.

Meanwhile, the locals

gradually deserted the region.

Why did the villagers leave?

Postwar hardship.

And a series of strange events that--

These legends about abandoned villages are only good for scaring

children and gullible people like you.

I can tell Norma and Mario are going to get along.

He's also a fan of all those fantastic stories

born of old women's imaginations

that are told around the fire on cold winter nights.

By the way, how did your recordings go?

After such a long hard day at work,

I imagine you'll have lots to tell us.

I got something different.

Do you want to hear it?

Of course.

I get the impression it might be an animal.

That's impossible.

Why are you so sure?

I only left the device unattended for five minutes.

The time it took me to snap some photos.

And from where I was, I could keep an eye on it.

I would have heard an animal approaching.

Then what could it be?

I think it sounds like the labored breath of a dying man.

Your impression of a dying man was almost perfect.

Goodnight, everyone.

I thought you'd forgotten.

Have I ever let you down?

I've been waiting for over 24 hours.

After 20 years,

I didn't think being one day late would matter.

But you know very well

that only depends on you.

Then why didn't you tell them the truth?

What do they care that he went crazy?

You've ended up acquiring your father's habit.

And you know that is what hastened his death.

That had nothing to do with his death or his madness.

He didn't even have the comfort of painting.

Speaking of painting,

the museum asked me about the painting they commissioned.

Now I have what I needed to finish it.

- Andrea, would you mind posing? - What about Laura?

She went to find a mechanic with Mario.

Don't you want to be immortalized?

How long will it take?

Just as long as it takes to paint you.

You can sit there.

Is this okay, like this?

Perfect.

But sit down.

Muss your hair.

Tilt your head slightly to one side.

Look at me.

No, not like that.

Watch out!

Now!

- Now! Go! - Come on, kick it!

Come on, shoot! Hard! That's it!

Hurry up, man!

- Come on, let's go! - Shoot already!

You slowpoke!

Who would sign you?

Come on, go! That's it, let's go!

Come on! Now! Come on, liven up!

That's it, run! Again.

- Come on, let's go! - I got it!

Kick it!

Hey, watch out!

Now!

- Now! - Come on, kick it!

- Come on, shoot! - Hard!

- Run! - Yes!

- Hurry up, man! - Come on, let's go!

- Come on, man! - You slowpoke!

Who would sign you?

Come on, run!

Yeah, let's go!

- Wait, I got it! - Kick it!

Watch out!

Now!

Now! Come on!

Kick it! Come on, shoot!

Hard! That's it!

Hurry up, man!

- Come on, let's go! - Shoot already!

You slowpoke!

Who would sign you?

Come on, go! That's it, let's go!

Run! Come on, liven up!

Yeah, run! Again!

Please...

I beg you.

Don't move.

Don't make a sound.

No!

No...

Immortality.

Immortality.

Immortality.

There's immortality for you.

They were the guilty ones.

All he did was give them what they deserved.

Blood.

Blood.

He, who had so often cured them,

had the right to take their lives.

You were the only one.

The only one who remembered him.

Even though he couldn't bring back your voice,

no matter how good a doctor he was.

They hunted him down like a dog.

He lived in hiding like a dog.

Four of them fled unscathed.

The others got blood.

They turned him in!

They turned him in!

They turned him in.

Sometimes he comes to visit.

All he does is beget evil.

His tomb is the only thing that has never been desecrated.

It will always have flowers on it.

Kill her.

Kill her, son!

This diary belongs to Vicente Domenech Sdnchez.

October 15, 1922.

January 30, 1939.

I'm fleeing home before the imminent arrival of the National forces.

My wife and daughter are staying in the village.

February 20, 1941.

My friend Manuel Blanes is very ill.

Two, intolerable years at the Saint- Etienne concentration camp

with hardly any news from the outside world.

Dysentery

and louse-borne typhus

are wiping most of us out.

[got a letter from my brother in prison.

The last letter before his execution.

"My wife

was brutally murdered

while trying to stop the Moors

from raping my daughter Maria

on the very day the National forces entered the village.

I have reached the limits of despair."

Spring 1942.

I just got back to the village tonight.

It's hard to believe it, but my house is intact.

I'm hiding in the basement, where only Maria can find me.

She seems to be dealing quite well with the situation.

The child born as the result of the brutal rape

is mute.

My daughter is now 16 years old.

SOME HOUSES, LIKE SOME PEOPLE,

BETRAY THEIR PREDILECTION FOR EVIL AT FIRST GLANCE.

THE EFFLUVIUM OF PERVERSE EVENTS

THAT TOOK PLACE UNDER A CERTAIN ROOF

AND SOME OF THE PASSION OF THEIR PERPETRATORS

AND THE HORROR THEIR VICTIMS FELT,

LINGERS LONG AFTER THE PROTAGONISTS ARE GONE.

ALGERNON BLACKWOOD

English subtitles: Eva Obregén